only start typing and writing
when it's past five
because i'm usually too busy
watching life pass by
i can't seem to think clear
when i'm not sleep deprived
because my brain is clouded
by insecurities and lies
only start typing and writing
when it's past five
only start typing and writing
when it's past five

i wake up pissed,
and go to sleep more so
with a sinking feeling
eating away in my torso
and anyone that's asking
ain't getting any answers
cuz the darkness that i'm living in
is spreading like a cancer
and this winter ain't cold enough
to keep my fucking fever down
anger seething from within
and i can see it seeping out
i'll make another song
about the shit that is inside of me
cuz i can't seem to quit
my fucking crippling anxiety
this ain't a pity party;
i don't want your charity
and i won't apologize
for whatever i did to make you mad at me
i won't be the guy that you used to know
i'm going back to burning demo tapes
and making songs like INFAMO
i'll drop my guard down
cuz there's no one left to stop me now
but if i hang myself
somebody please just come and cut me down
cuz i won't let bigs or trey
find me like that
i wish someone was here
to stop me from writing this track

only start typing and writing
when it's past five
because i'm usually too busy
watching life pass by
i can't seem to think clear
when i'm not sleep deprived
because my brain is clouded
by insecurities and lies
only start typing and writing
when it's past five
only start typing and writing
when it's past five

i've lost too many friends
in the last couple of years,
not counting ones i pushed away
'cuz of my doubt and my fears
it seems like everyone is living
like today could be their last,
except me; i'm just a sarcastic
and cynical bitter ass
stuck in my ways and yo'
there is no escaping
even though i know the whole worlds
out there for the taking
i'll just stay in the crib
and ignore whoevers calling
cuz my state of mind is lower
than it's ever been, and falling
yo, escapism is my whole basis of living
i've never known motivation
or how it feels to be driven
i fuck women, break their hearts
and leave 'em in pieces
and when they ask why i did it
i just make up the reasons
the truth is too far down
for anyone to find it,
confront me on my bullshit
watch how quickly i deny
yo, the sickness is spreading
and i'll continue to let it
and when theres nothing left of me
maybe you'll finally get it
(or maybe not)

only start typing and writing
when it's past five
because i'm usually too busy
watching life pass by
i can't seem to think clear
when i'm not sleep deprived
because my brain is clouded
by insecurities and lies
only start typing and writing
when it's past five
only start typing and writing
when it's past five